I sat at the edge of my bed in silence. I thought back to everything I had been through. All the pleasure I had experienced. I starred at my medicine bottle. I should take my medicine, it was time to take my medicine.
But every time I thought about taking my medicine I would feel his hands on my body. Grabbing at my boobs, spanking my ass, tugging at my hair. I'd close my eyes and I could practically feel him, climbing over me, his hunger washing over me.
I could feel my breathing slowing down, my heart beating faster. My body craving his touch. I opened my eyes, panting lightly. I leaned forward as I tried to refocus. It was all so tantalizing though. The way he used me, controlled me, even the way he shared me. I could still taste Max's cum on my lips.
I ran my fingers through my hair as I leaned back. Focus, I'm supposed to be taking my medicine. I skipped out several times now. But honestly what was the harm? If pleasure were so bad, why would be built with pleasure in mind? Wasn't this all just natural? Feeling pleasure, drowning in lust...
I stood back up and began pacing around the room. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I stopped and looked at my own reflection. I had attempted to get dressed. Putting on a little miniskirt. Alex had me steal this one if I'm not mistaken...
I let my hands glide across my bare chest. Tracing my boobs as I heard his voice in my head. "Slut" he called out to me and I smiled instinctively. "Pet" he said as I traced the curvature of my own body. "Toy" he whispered to me as I thought of him walking up behind me, taking hold of me. Kissing my body, promising to use it as it was meant to be used.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I could see his eyes looking at me. A hunger in them as he lusted for my body. I opened my eyes and turned on my heels. It would probably help to get dressed. Right?
I walked over to my closet and swung it open. I rummaged through my clothes trying to find something more to put on. I found my black collar with the word "Slut" written in pink. I found some more mini skirts. A body harness. Chains for my wrists and ankles. Various gags. A fishnet top. A see through white shirt with "fuck me" written just over the chest. Another shirt with a line at around the halfway point and an arrow that said "must be this tall to ride this ride". Another shirt that said "feed me cum" and only covered my chest. One after another I ran through my options.
I eventually found a pair of overalls, some crop tops, a sports bra and a red shirt with an open back. "Why not just give in? Don't you enjoy being a slut?" I heard my own voice in my head teasing me. I could practically see myself driven by my own lust. Blushing at the sight of myself in sexual outfits.
"I..." am a slut for my Master. I heard my own voice finishing for me inside my head. I closed the closet and walked back to the mirror, staring at myself. I felt like I looked different from when I was under Alex's control.
That was silly of course. But still... Under his control I felt like I looked sexier, I smiled more, I was more energized. "Was I really just meant to be a slut?" I asked the question out loud. Silence was my only response back.
"Is Paige a lie? Just a facade I put on until someone brings out the slut in me? And then that's it? Am I just... The slut..." I placed my hand on the mirror, the glass feeling cold to my touch. If I stop taking the medicine, will I just fade away? Will Paige... Fade away?
"I'll take care of you" I could hear Alex's voice whispering into my ears. His hands on my hips. I opened my mouth, my voice struggling to come forth.
"Take care of me? Or take care of the slut?" I knew he would take care of everything. Make sure I had food, and a home, and everything I could desire. But I would lose myself. I would be his... "beautiful little sex slave" I mouthed to myself.
The words alone being enough to drive a shiver down my spine. But... It felt good. "Would I be happy to only exist as your slave?" I asked out loud. I could almost see my heart beating against my chest.
A feeling stirred inside me. For a moment I imagined myself bent over, my hands on the mirror as Alex fucked me from behind. The image ran through my mind quickly and passed on just as quickly. Leaving me just staring at my own reflection. My right hand on my boob, my cheeks blushing.
I thought back to how commanded me, having me use my powers to get away with naughty acts out in public. Having me sucking his cock or following him to the rest room or changing room just to fuck.
Daisy would be so disappointed in me if I gave in. But it also wasn't Daisy's life to live. It was mine. Unless I did give in, then it became the slut's life to live. I would become inconsequential, wouldn't I?
Did it even matter? Life would go on, so what if I was a mindless slut!? I would have a caring and loving Master. Right?
I walked over to the bottle of pills. Taking it in my hand and walking to the bathroom. I stood in front of the sink, my heart beating like a drum. I stared at my reflection. "Slut" I growled at myself. "Your weak, and pathetic!" I snapped in anger.
Or at least... I think it was anger...
I opened the bottle and poured the pills onto my hand. Emptying the bottle as I starred at them. Looking back up at my reflection. I could feel his chest pressed against my back. His hands around my boobs. His warm breath against my neck.
I could practically see it as though it were real in the reflection. A crooked smile formed across my face. "I am weak, and pathetic" I whispered to myself. My body slowly relaxing, my heart beating softer, a certain light forming in my eyes.
"But that's ok. It's ok" I reassured myself. "After all, I'm only hu... I'm just a slut." I chuckled as I tilted my hand and let the pills fall into the sink. I let them run down the drain. Washing away with whatever might have been left of Paige.